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The seed of joy within me sleeps,

A tiny promise, gently keeps

A vision bright of sunlit days,

Where positivity always plays.

I reach for growth, a climbing vine,

That seeks the light, a design

Of upward striving, strong and bold,

A story waiting to unfold.

My thoughts, like painters, choose their hues,

And banish all the somber blues.

They whisper tales of gentle rain,

That nurtures life, erases pain.

I gather fragments, good and true,

Like morning dew, a sparkling view.

The kindness shown, a helping hand,

A quiet peace across the land.

And in this space, I start to see,

The blooming power that lies in me.

A fertile ground where hope can rise,

Reflected in my grateful eyes.